| They had a fight driving home
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| It was four fists short of violence
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| So he dropped to his knees in the yard
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| To spend the rest of the night in silence
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| He went inside and he waited by the kettle for the tears to start
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| She went back out and she stepped on the pedal like it was his heart
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| Her eyes are all frayed, his are dark and played
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| And there’s nothing left underneath
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| They’re at ambition zero hour since he kicked himself in the teeth
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| Driving like a criminal and crying on the wheel
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| Dying just to rid yourself of everything you feel
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| Think you’re lonely now, just wait until tonight
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| It’s a trick just to learn how to keep him out of your life
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| Keep him out of your life
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| Keep him out of your life
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| Disconnected friends all over town
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| They’re disconnected in time
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| She came back 'cause people rarely do
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| The thing that’s best for him
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| A downward spiral of undesirable habits
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| Soon she caught him in a lie again
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| So she started it up and stepped down on the pedal like it was his heart
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| As he waited inside for the kettle to boil, it was as black as his heart
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| Stepped on the peddle like it was his heart
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| Stepped on the peddle like it was his heart
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| She stepped on the peddle like it was his heart
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| Stepped on the peddle like it was his heart
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| Stepped on the peddle like it was his heart
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| She stepped on the peddle like it was his heart
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| Like it was his heart
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| Like it was his heart
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| Like it was his heart |